By Leah Naomi Green
that color is not color. The red flower, / she tells me, absorbs all light / but red, so reflects red / where she and I can see it.
By Rebecca Hazelton
Who doesn’t like a bit of flash, / a pop of red / like a nosebleed
By Sylvie Baumgartel
Pink is the Tuscan sunset. PinkAre the Vietnamese monk patesBobbing under Piero’s True Cross.Pink is plenty, pink is joy.
By Laura van den Berg, Photography by Beverly Acha
The Practice of Looking Deeply
By Tina Chang
Up ahead it’s white. Snow animal,I’m running at your back. I’ve failed to tell youI’ve been hungry all this time, to tell you